i yearn for a home i've never seen, for a family that has yet to be.
But i've seen glimpses. i've heard stories. i've had hints.
And i sing songs of her... the bride arrayed for her husband who comes to redeem her.
And i pray for the peace i will find in her.
i'm only a wayward spirit here, a sojourner. This world, this incarnation of this world, is not my home, it's only a passing shadow of the real earth whose glory will so eclipse this we won't even be able to call the scanty wonders we see here to mind. i'm goin'. Will you come with me?
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